#moonhwl

“YOU DID NOT move us to the damn NEW YORK suburbs just to go off on missions and leave me here...with these PEOPLE.”

There’s visible disgust on his face as one hand CURLS into Alex’s jacket preventing him from leaving as he LEERS at their nosy neighbors for a moment before he gives a GROWL, causing them to disperse before eyes turn back to the taller man.

HER HAND pressed to her temple, eyes lightly closing for a moment as she tried to get her bearings.  she didn’t want to worry him, didn’t want him to jump to any conclusions or think the absolute worst, and no matter how much she wanted to tell him she did feel a bit dizzy, she just couldn’t do that to him.  and as bad a liar she was...  it may have been worth that tiny risk.  “no,” she replied as she reopened her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear ( as if that’s what she’d planned on doing the whole time ).  “i’m fine, really.  nothing to worry about.”

❛            you        see      ,         i’ve        got      a      pretty      nasty        habit     of      seeing       something      that      isn’t         there   .         ❜        shrug      of    your     shoulders          ,        gentle     hum       springing       from         chest   .           ❛          that’s       probably        all       it       was  .        ❜ 

she can sense him before she ever sees him. the familiar scent curling around her, the relaxing effect he has on her, the soft sound of his footfalls. the rustle of clothes, the drop of his keys. she’d know it anywhere. she’s spent far too much time memorizing it. caroline exhales, feeling her shoulders curve forward as her eyes close. by the time she turns, she’s already half circled in his arms, her own sliding up under his arms, fingers curling between his shoulder blades as her face presses against his shoulder. he smells like home. like comfort and safety and all the things she’s done right in the world.  ❝ i missed you. ❞  it goes without saying, and yet the words are still mumbled into the soft fabric of his shirt. his shirt which still smells a bit like airplanes and cars and whatever seedy place he’s just come from. it’s a few more moments before she can bear to pull her cheek away from his shoulder, tipping her head back to look up at him.  ❝ everything go okay? ❞

“YOU’RE looking tired.”

HE HUMS quietly, hand running through his hair for a second before drawing in a quiet breath as he smiles softly. Leaning back against the bedroom doorway, stepping in and resting his chin on Alex’s his shoulder, NUZZLING him softly and smiling as he cocks his head to the side.